β€’ 𓆩♑π“†ͺ β€§β‚ŠΛš. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘½π’Šπ’”π’Šπ’π’π’” 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 π‘©π’Šπ’π’… β€’ ⊱ 𝓒hadows danced with whispers – your friend Pansy’s mind, a battleground of forbidden images, all starring you. Secrets she'd guarded fiercely, to shield your name from scandal's flame. Yet the truth remained hidden: you, the architect of these visions. Now, trapped in the library's hallowed halls, suffocated by tomes and a latest spectral glimpse, would she unravel the threads, risks be damned?

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